On the outskirts of the Imperial City of Chu State, there is a quiet green bamboo forest. This bamboo forest is backed by a mountain peak in the dark forest, making it particularly peaceful.
Qin Wentian and Lu Feng came here and looked at the green bamboo forest in front of them, full of vigorous life.
"We're here, but I can't accompany you in." Lu Feng smiled bitterly and said, "No one dares to break into this bamboo forest without permission."
Qin Wentian nodded slightly, took a step forward with the little bastard in his arms, and then shouted: "Junior Qin Wentian, pay your respects to Senior Gongyang."
"Come in." A vague voice came out from the bamboo forest, and Qin Wentian saw that the bamboo forest in front of him seemed to be moving, and there was a small path among the swaying green bamboos.
"I'll take my leave first." Lu Feng smiled at Qin Wentian.
"Thank you." Qin Wentian nodded, watched Lu Feng leave, and then walked along the path into the bamboo forest.
The trail was very deep. After walking for some time, Qin Wentai saw a simple hut in front of him. It was quiet and comfortable, as if isolated from the world.
"Wonderful place." Qin Wentian sighed secretly in his heart. When he came to the hut, Gongyang Hong was sitting there, seeming to be drawing something. In front of him, there were many scrolls with strange lines, as if they were all divine. Pattern.
"Senior Gongyang." Qin Wentian bowed to show respect.
"Boy, you came here very quickly. Come and take a look at this scroll." Gong Yanghong said to Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian nodded, and then sat on the stool. Gong Yanghong took a scroll and handed it to him, which made Qin Wentian's expression freeze for a moment. The scroll handed to him turned out to be a human-shaped scroll.
"Senior, what is this?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Of course it's a scroll of divine patterns. How long will it take you to understand it?" Gong Yanghong asked Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian frowned when he heard the other party's words and looked at the picture scroll.
In the scroll, there seemed to be a beautiful female figure. The figure pointed forward with her finger, as if there was an endless aura gushing out.
"Buzz!" His mind trembled violently, and Qin Wentian put down the scroll, his heart shaking.
"I'm afraid this scroll has reached the level of the fourth-order divine pattern. It's impossible for me to understand it in a short time." Qin Wentian looked at Gong Yanghong and asked: "Is this painted by a senior?"
"How can I have such understanding?" Gong Yanghong shook his head and said nothing more.
"How did you create your divine pattern scroll?" Gongyang Hong asked Qin Wentian.
"In a special state of understanding, I wanted to integrate my own power into the divine pattern scroll, and by chance, I carved that scroll." Qin Wentian responded.
"Integrate your own power into the scroll?" Gong Yanghong looked at Qin Wentian, a strange color flashed in his calm eyes.
"Yes, sometimes I wonder if divine patterns are a type of magical power, and whether the two have anything in common." Qin Wentian nodded and said, but his inadvertent words made Gong Yanghong's body suddenly tremble. He trembled, feeling huge waves in his heart, and was stunned for a moment.
"The combination of divine patterns and magical powers?"
Gong Yanghong's body trembled slightly, comprehending the scroll
"Supernatural power, magical power." Gong Yanghong seemed to have caught something, his eyes fixed on the scroll in front of Qin Wentian.
"If this is a magical power, what kind of magical power would it be?" Gong Yanghong whispered. His whole person seemed to have suddenly changed. He who had always been quiet seemed to have become crazy at this moment, looking at the scroll in a daze.
The fourth-order divine pattern is countless times more complex than the third-order divine pattern, and Qin Wentian cannot unravel it. In fact, as long as he sinks his mind into the divine pattern, he will feel a tyrannical aura coming towards him.
I saw Qin Wentian sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes, and the dream-casting magic formula was running in his body, stepping into the dream. In an instant, he appeared on the beach again.
In front of Qin Wentian, there was the human-shaped scroll that he had just seen.
"In my dream, change." Qin Wentian's artistic conception moved, and the humanoid divine pattern scroll seemed to undergo various changes, as if it had turned into a person and was attacking forward.
Qin Wentian still has no way to deduce magical powers from this scroll, but he can create various changes in this divine pattern scroll through dream creation, and then speculate on which change is more suitable for this divine pattern scroll. Nature.
After trying thousands of changes, Qin Wentian discovered that if this divine pattern scroll is regarded as a kind of magical power, it has an endless power, as if it is eternal, and one attack seems to be endless.
After exiting the dreamland, Qin Wentian saw that Gong Yanghong was still in that dazed state. Suddenly, he seemed to wake up, stared at Qin Wentian and said: "Use the power you feel from this divine pattern to deal with it." I attack, quickly."
Qin Wentian was a little surprised by Gong Yanghong's state. This divine pattern scroll must be extremely important to him.
Thinking of this, he stood up, and then stabbed his fingers forward. The void seemed to vibrate continuously and fell directly on Gong Yanghong's body.
However, Qin Wentian felt that he had hit an iron wall and was unable to shake the opponent at all.
"Finger techniques, stacked attacks? There is no such magical power, no." There was a struggle in Gong Yanghong's eyes.
"Senior, this must be fingering. What I can understand is only a very one-sided part. It may also be spearmanship or swordsmanship, but there must be an endless artistic conception in it." Qin Wentian said.
"Marksmanship? Swordsmanship? Life and death?" Gong Yanghong fell into deep thought. For a long time, his body suddenly stepped out to the side, thrust out with a sword, and there seemed to be a roar in front of him, destroying Everything, the sword hurricane tore through and turned into a terrifying whirlwind. A hissing sound was heard, and the green bamboos in front were torn directly.
"Is it like this?" Gongyang Hong stared at Qin Wentian and asked.
"It's very possible." Qin Wentian felt the sword intent and his heart was shaken. Gong Yanghong's strength was so terrifying.
"The Nine Swords of Breathing, these are the Nine Swords of Breathing." Gong Yang Hong seemed extremely excited, glanced at Qin Wentian, and then saw him rushing into his hut.
A moment later, Qin Wentian saw that he had taken out three more scrolls with divine patterns, and at the same time handed them to Qin Wentian and said, "Quickly, come and look at them for me and tell me the artistic conception contained in them."
Gong Yanghong himself is a powerful weapon refiner, and his attainments in divine patterns are naturally extremely high. However, at this moment, he is completely out of control. What kind of scroll can make Gong Yanghong fall into this crazy state.
"Okay." Qin Wentian nodded slightly and took the second scroll.
This scroll is still a figure, with the palm waving out, nothing can be seen, but it seems to contain a terrifying power.
Qin Wentian entered the dream state again, found out various changes, and then communicated with Gong Yanghong. However, Gong Yanghong was still unable to find the corresponding magical technique.
"Senior, maybe you have never practiced this magical power before." Qin Wentian saw Gong Yang Hongdao.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If it is true that the divine patterns contain magical powers as you said, I will definitely know that I have never practiced the Nine Swords of Breathing." Gongyang Hong said firmly. He followed Qin Wen's instructions. Tian's description continued to send out hundreds of magical powers, and a large area of the bamboo forest in front was destroyed.
"Senior Gongyang knows so many magical arts. Even if you have never practiced them, you can still copy their artistic conception. It's scary."
Qin Wentian was quite shocked, but at this moment, he took another look at the scroll and whispered: "Perhaps this is a magical technique that contains many changes?"
"What did you say?" Gong Yanghong shouted as if he had grasped something when he heard this sentence.
"Senior, maybe, does this magical power contain changes in itself?" Qin Wentian spoke again. Gong Yanghong took a deep breath, and then he took a step forward and stretched his palm forward. This time, he had nothing. Do it, but it gives Qin Wentian the feeling that he can make various changes in his next move.
"Yes, senior, we are very close. This is exactly what it feels like." Qin Wentian's eyes lit up.
"Phaseless magical power." Gong Yanghong whispered, and said to Qin Wentian: "Let's take a look at the next one."
Qin Wentian nodded. The third picture turned out to be an extremely beautiful gesture. It didn't look like a magical technique at all. The two discussed it for a long time, and the sky gradually darkened, but there was still no result.
After not sleeping all night, the two were still discussing. In the end, Gong Yanghong used a very suitable movement. Although it had no charm at all and was even very awkward, it still made Qin Wentian's eyes light up.
"There's a good chance this is it."
"This is a set of postures for body movements, called Yirenbu, which contains many changes."
Gong Yanghong whispered and continued: "There is one last scroll left."
Qin Wentian nodded and understood the last scroll. This scroll was the only one of a man standing there. Only those pupils were extremely extraordinary.
Gong Yanghong only glanced at it for a few times, then sighed and said: "I only understand the first three magical powers and have never practiced them, but I know what the fourth magical power is, the eye of death."
After Gong Yanghong finished speaking, his pupils were sunken. Qin Wentian trembled in his heart, but in just an instant Gong Yanghong's eyes returned to normal.
"This is the magical power that I am best at, and the Nine Swords of Breathing are her favorite magical powers. I have also heard of the non-phase magical power and Yirenbu. Why, today, I understand, Those four divine pattern scrolls contain four magical powers."
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Gong Yanghong took a deep breath and looked into the void.
"The Nine Swords of Life and Death, the Eye of Death, the Formless Divine Power, and the Steps of Relying on People." Qin Wentian murmured, "Life, death, no dependence, no, it should be, life, death, dependence, dependence!"
Qin Wentian's whisper fell on Gong Yanghong's ears, but it was like a lightning bolt that struck directly in his mind, causing his steps to freeze in place, as if he had stopped thinking.
At this moment, Qin Wentian felt an oppressive aura, and this space was eerily quiet.
"Life and death depend on each other, hahaha, life and death depend on each other, Gong Yanghong, you will not die well." Suddenly, Gong Yanghong looked up to the sky and roared angrily, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was so angry that he fell to the ground.
His eyes were still open, those deep pupils filled with endless regret and despair! (To be continued)